As many of you know I hibernated Doeville last winter.  Somehow and some way all of my stars lined up for an opportunity to spend 6 months in Ten Sleep, Wyoming .  I jumped on it with both feet, a camera and my wonderful Doeville journal.  I stayed in the home of an incredible couple, Bob and Gayle, while they went to Idaho to visit and take care of his mother.  Before leaving Florida, My husband and I loaded up my Prairie Schooner (cargo trailer) filled with items to homestead West!  Just exactly what does a girl take West?  Well...my sewing machines, fabrics, computer, furry blankets, flannel pj's, and of course...my Dog Jackson!  As we traveled across country my adventure began to unfold!  The aroma of home filled the air as we passed through my hometown of Chattanooga, TN  .Then we rolled through the green  hills of Kentucky, then the arch in St.Louis, and a super treat was Cabela's headquarters in Sydney, Nebraska .  Several days later we started seeing those absolutely awesome mountains of the West!

As soon as we arrived and got the schooner unpacked... big delicious, beautiful, soft snowflakes fell on my eyelashes!  The PURE silence around us was so amazing tucked in the mountains all around us.  The next day we rose to a soft, powdery snow which laid like a blanket across the landscape.  For me, snow is so authentic and soothing...it is one of my most favorite things!  Jackson and I enjoyed so many days of playing, hiking and learning to snowshoe...thank you precious Jeannie!  Be sure to push "read more" below for more pics.

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As hunters we are always thinking about our scent in the woods!  Well I would like to share about scents in the house.  During the last few months, there has been some mighty fantastic smells coming from our kitchen.  There is nothing better than having the smells of turkey, bread, cookies and anything else we might bake up "Stinking up the house".  This is what my Dad calls it!  When I was little, my Mom would put our Thanksgiving Turkey on the night before the big day.  When morning came, the smell would levitate me off my bed, down the steps to the kitchen....mmmm good.  This year my Husband cooked a standing rib roast with a horseradish, garlic, olive oil and rosemary rub.  The roast cooked for almost 3 hours and I wanted to just put a cot by the stove and inhale!  Maybe the spa should try this over burning essential oils.

When I traveled through airports a few years ago, They could have blind folded me, flown me around, dropped me off and said "where are you?".  With one big sniff, I could say Cinnabon, that is Cincinnati airport.  Smells can reach way back in our memory banks and revive an old feeling or place.

There are some smells we might like to avoid but most smells are good.  This may sound crazy but I love the smell of the skunk.  From childhood we are automatically taught that when we smell this smell we reply "PEWWWWW".  It was not until by adulthood that a friend, Tom, told me he liked the smell of the skunk.  I thought about this for a while and determined he was right.   I agreed even more when I moved away from Tennessee to Florida, where I do not get those whiffs much anymore.  When I drive home and get that scent of skunk, I feel at home...silly but true.

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